Finally. The last spot of paint is dry and the last catfish trophy is back on the wall. After all that fuss with the leaf-eating leader of our cooking guild (Who voted for him in the first place? I certainly didn’t!) I had to throw out the elven tapestry and the elven floor stones. And after all, my home is a hobbit hole, and now it finally looks like one.
As opposed to my crazy neighbour’s house. Last week she bought an elf table that is too high for her by far, but she said it was a platform from the Golden Woods and she was using it for flat-running practice. Dear me!
Maybe I could hang one of the sketches from Miss Amorey’s Mystery Masquerade Ball on the wall, too… A great ball it was. Famous creatures from Middle-earth gathered together, among them a knight, a blood-tusk and my humble self as a crebain lady. But the best of all was Master Jiro as Miss Lina. That will be talked about for generations, I am sure.
Now shall I be in a snit that nobody recognised me (Master Jerry kindly said that the fishing song was too obvious, it had to be a bluff) or flattered, because everybody thought I was Miss Lina? Who could mistake my raspy singing voice for hers anyway? Still I think I'll go with the last option; makes elevensis and lunch taste so much better. Well, but I can’t abandon any single one of my catfish trophies, so there'll be no sketches on the wall.
And after lunch I’ll start preparing my ice fishing equipment. I am looking forward to seeing the Northern lands of Forochel again, perhaps getting a new fish recipe from the local lankies and catching some huge fish that is large enough to accommodate twelve hobbits for two or three meals. Now, where did I put that old bearskin winter cloak of mine…?
